Magical Lasso歌词

BUQUET: Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
（scream）
MADAME GIRY: Those who speak of what they know
find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes